The third charge of the cavalry company began! Wang Wensheng's first knife slashed at the Mongolian warrior Chahan Buhua, who killed his comrade Song Platoon Commander for several months.

There was no cover, so he raised the saber that had been curled and swung it straight towards Chahan Buhua. There were no fancy movements, no other thoughts, not even the knife he handed over in the gap. Completely the same as the forbidden style of play.

The bandit army who did all kinds of evil was also trembled by these warriors who were not afraid of death, and the powerful Chahan Buhua lost his fighting spirit, he didn't understand at all, how could flesh and blood have such an iron will? When Wang Wensheng tried to swing it again with his hand that was too tired to lift the saber, he was ashamedly frightened and fled. He pulled up the reins and tried to flee to one side through the gap between the two armies.

However, Wang Wensheng's saber, which didn't seem to have much strength, still slashed him in the back of the head.

The remaining warriors of the cavalry company, there was no shouting, no fear, there was only a belief: cut, cut, cut! As long as he can fight, he will never let go of the saber in his hand.

The courage to see death as if it were home can still infect people, whether they are friends or rivals.

The besieged Yi officers and soldiers were infected, and they were ashamed of their cowardice; The rebels were also infected, and many of them Mongols also had a tradition of respecting warriors, friend or foe. Chahan did not die, and their last bit of courage to fight was also lost, although they were numerous, although they had many opportunities, they still chose to give their backs to their companions, and they used their two legs to avoid the edge of the cavalry company, which also gave the cavalry company a chance to survive.

In the fourth gathering, there were only seven people left!

Wang Wensheng had already been stabbed five times, and his lips were pale from excessive blood loss. He slowly swept the remaining comrades-in-arms with his peripheral vision: Li Debiao, Guo Xiaozhu, Hu Fatzi, Liu Da, and two soldiers who couldn't be named. He said in a hoarse voice: "I, Wang Wensheng, thank you, brothers." To be able to fight and die with you at this time is the greatest honor of my life! ”

Le Ma, the whole team, hold the knife. Wang Wensheng shouted: "Cavalry company, prepare to attack!" ”

When Wang Wensheng and his entourage set up their formation, preparing to make the final sacrifice, the roar of machine guns was heard in the distance. This is a soldier of the Resolute Army, who has been inspired by his blood, and under the leadership of some flesh officers or veterans, consciously or unconsciously, spontaneously attacks the rebels. Seeing that the cavalry company was alone and lonely, it was still in and out a few times in and out of the situation of the great disparity between the enemy and me, and even the resolute army that had been decayed was infected. They are ashamed that so many of their men and horses were pressed and beaten by the rebels, and blood is the best color to wash away the shame.

The rebels also lost their fighting spirit. Raiding houses and robbing houses, fish and meat herdsmen, is what they are good at. But when a mortal enemy was in front of them, their courage had long since been lost in the country of Java. Now, the Yi Army, who has been chased and beaten by them, has also hardened like taking viagra, and they are timid.

Such as chopping thorns and waves, such as entering a no-man's land. The rebels deliberately avoided the few warriors of the cavalry company, which made their heroism even more apparent.

Babu Zabu had never seen such a heroic team, and he said in surprise to Luo Quanjiao, who was watching the battle beside him: "Qing Yujun, I really didn't expect that the fighting style of this army is so strong!" ”

Qing Yu Shengmin said in the tone of a prophet: "I said a long time ago that the combat effectiveness of this cavalry should not be underestimated. ”

Babu Zabu said worriedly: "If Zhang Zuolin's troops are so powerful, then there is no need to fight this battle, let's retreat to Mongolia." ”

Qing Yu Shengmin raised his wise gaze into the distance: "To fight with us, Zhang Zuolin must first send his elite division to take the lead, and he wants to give us a dismount." There is a cloud in the ancient Chinese art of war: 'The above is against the middle; with the middle to the bottom; The following is against the upper one'. He took us ordinary soldiers by surprise with his elite, which is what makes him look powerful. Don't be afraid, the encirclement and annihilation of this elite force is already a matter of fingertips. He said lightly: "I don't know, how Zhang Zuolin felt after knowing that his elite cavalry was wiped out." ”

Until now, he still thought that the Guards Brigade was personally commanded by Zhang Zuolin.

Babu Zabu grinned and wanted to smile but couldn't. Looking at the battlefield, his side has an advantage of dozens of times, but he was killed by the other side and went in and out. Although the other party was at the end of their crossbows, the bandits were killed and seriously wounded, and no less than 200 people were seriously injured. In Mongolian tradition, even if the other party dies, even if he is a bandit, he respects such a good man.

It was getting late, and if he didn't annihilate this cavalry, he was afraid that he would not be able to take this town, so he would only have to sleep in the wilderness tonight; What's even more terrifying is that I don't know if the other party has reinforcements and when the reinforcements will arrive. So, he decided to make a final effort to exterminate this remnant of the enemy.

There is also a way, and we cherish each other. As a sign of respect for his opponent, he decided to go out in person and try his best to make the opponent die with honor. He waved his horse forward and said loudly: "The general on the other side, report your number!" ”

Wang Wensheng knew that this was probably the last time he would attend the speech in person in his life, he solemnly straightened his clothes and hat---- his clothes were soaked with blood and sweat, his hat was cut off half, and one of his buttons disappeared at some point, probably lying quietly in a corner.

With all his strength, he shouted almost with a roar: "Guards brigade, cavalry company!" ”

Babu Zabu sang a hymn to the hum of his side: "Even if you are Han Chinese, you are also warriors among Han people." Even though you and I are our own masters, I Babu Zab admire your courage. You've fought alone until now, and you've done your best. As long as you want, I can let you leave or join my team, rest assured, it is definitely more promising than following Zhang Zuolin! ”

Wang Wensheng laughed: "Fart!" Lao Tzu follows Dashuai, don't do such a promising career, and be a bandit with you? You're fucking dreaming! His words made several other cavalry officers and soldiers laugh. Wang Wensheng's lower belly was injured, and this smile hurt with the wound. The pain of this cracked tooth and mouth, people who don't know the truth still think that he laughed and cramped.

Babu Zabu was furious, and he said in a deep voice: "Lao Tzu wanted to let you live, but he dared to say nothing, since you are tired of living, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" He said viciously: "The Horqin grassland is the place where your bones are buried." Don't worry, I'll dig the pit myself and bury your bodies. ”

Wang Wensheng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Lao Tzu doesn't want to be buried by you, Lao Tzu wants to go by himself!" Of course, the scene was still fierce: "Don't worry, although you are bandits, if you die, I will bury you with my own hands." The young marshal often told us that we should be humanitarian. "The influence of this young marshal on him is too great, and he still remembers such a term before he dies.

Babu Zab didn't care what he meant, he shouted, "Listen, everybody! Raise your sabers and annihilate all the enemies on the opposite side! Not a single one to stay! ”

The horses neighed, about to unveil the horn of the attack, and the warriors of the cavalry company, who were already extremely tired, could not resist this overwhelming murderous aura. But whether it is Wang Wensheng, who is the chief officer, or Li Debiao, Guo Xiaozhu, Hu Fatzi, Liu Da, or two soldiers who can't be named, they all face it calmly and are not afraid of life and death.

After a few months of political education, they know that there are many kinds of death: sacrificing one's life for righteousness and sacrificing one's life for the country is death, and they will also die; Death is famous in history, and death is stinking for 10,000 years. Dying for the suppression of bandits, for the people of Mukden to be free from banditry, will be recorded on the monument of history and admired by the people.

Even if the cavalry company was completely annihilated, it did not discredit the young marshal and the new army. No matter what the outcome is, after this battle, the cavalry company will definitely become famous!